"My life is miserable, my true life is miserable, it's just taking off my clothes~~~~"

The nonsense tune was beaten to pieces without a few steps in the strong wind. On the desert of the western valley of the Egyptian Kings Valley, Fang Wen was wearing a tattered coarse cloth clothes and carrying a shovel, mixed with a group of local Egyptian migrant workers, struggling to shovel the sand and stones on the ground. While working hard, Fang Wen hummed the tune in a low voice, and at the same time complained that he was not vigilant and insisted on being caught.

Given that Fang Wen was too excited, Mr. Feng Da asked him to participate in the archaeological site work at the command. It was the hardest-working front-line excavation.

Not to mention the nonsense of people with profound internal strength, the sun shines above their heads, the vast yellow sand nearby, and the temperature of the ground can be used to fry eggs. The wind constantly swept by, and the thick yellow sand pounced on Fang Wen's face, making his skin ached. Broken huge rocks and sand were everywhere, and a few black scorpions and some strange poisonous snakes popped out of the sand from time to time. The only green in the field of view was a marching tent in the distance. In such an environment, even if Fang Wen had a deep skill, he felt it was unbearable.

"Life is really~~~~"

He sighed quietly and looked at the young supervisors hired from the local area standing on the huge rock and giving orders, but he wanted to do a hard worker here. Fang Wen felt that life was really speechless sometimes.

This time, the British Museum in the UK spent a huge sum of 8 million pounds, and called on friends to summon nearly 100 famous experts and scholars to conduct a large-scale archaeological excavation in the Valley of the Kings, and signed an agreement with the Egyptian government that all cultural relics belong to the government. The British Museum only needs the right to study. This matter caused great shock in the international archaeological and academic circles. Many media also sent a team of reporters to follow him. After more than a month of preparation, the excavation work finally started in the West Valley of the Kings of the Kings of the Kings.

More than 90% of nearly 100 experts and scholars are from Huamen. Hundreds of reporters, directors, cameras, logistics, contacts and others from dozens of media are also from Tianmen. Thirty percent of the migrant workers who were conducting the excavation belonged to the disciples of Tianmen Egyptian branch, and there was also a young man named Fang in it that "squeezes his mind and consumes too much energy."

In addition to the Tianmen disciples who entered Egypt in advance and the mercenary team preparing to respond at the border, this time, Tianmen called a total of more than 30,000 people, mobilizing most of their hidden stakes in Africa, striving to hit a single blow, and we must find the god Fu who is used in conjunction with Xuanyin Tianzhong from the temple ruins of those high-capped people.

This time, except for Mr. Feng Da and others, no Tianmen disciples knew the real purpose of their trip. Even the Tianmen disciples did not know that a large number of senior officials from the Tianmen came to Egypt. This was for the sake of confidentiality. If the wind was leaked this time, it would be much easier to investigate the spies.

Fang Wen flipped over the gravel on the ground all the time. Damn, how thick sand has accumulated on the ruins of the temple for thousands of years? When will it be dug? "My beauty, my sports car, my wine and delicious food! Master, don't be so amazing, right? Like these Egyptian monkeys, I eat noodles and drink raw water every day? Oh my God, I don't want to live anymore. In just two days, I've been drying like an African aunt."

He looked at the row of green marching tents in anger. What a good equipment, air conditioning, water supply trucks, all kinds of beverage tubes, and even sunscreen oil. Fang Wen saw two tall white men hanging from world-renowned archaeologists lying on beach chairs, applying sunscreen oil to his breasts that were sunburned red.

"Fuck! They are just outer disciples! This treatment is too bad, right?"

Angry shovel stabbed hard at the ground. Fang Wen transported 30% of his true energy inside, and the shovels were inserted into the ground more than two feet deep.

A crisp sound of "ding" came from the ground, and several nearby supervisors immediately turned their heads keenly and shouted loudly.

A large number of people rushed out of the tent, pretending experts, pretending scholars, pretending professors, and pretending journalists. They all performed the excitement and excitement that they should perform, and rushed over with screams.

A hole was quickly dug out where Fang Wen was standing, revealing the thing that was hit by Fang Wen's shovel. It was an extremely exquisite and beautiful patterned copper bowl. However, Fang Wen's shovel cut the copper bowl into two pieces. The broken bit was brand new and shone brightly in the dazzling sunlight.

Several experts and scholars who really didn't know the purpose of this trip looked at Fang Wen angrily. In their opinion, this was a crime, this was murder! Fang Wen destroyed a work of art of great value! This was a naked crime. Several old men with white hair roared in anger, rushed to Fang Wen and cursed at him.

"Gentle, gentle! It's as gentle as you help a woman take off her clothes! Don't you understand what chill this is? Look at what you did!" An old man put his face in front of Fang Wen and howled hysterically: "Look at this pattern, look at the workmanship, look at the symbols on it! God! This is unprecedented! You, you, you ruined it!"

Fang Wen looked at the old face that was close to him and murmured in a low voice: "You can also make do with the hymen seam patch as a new use. As a copper bowl, just find an electric welding to weld it?"

Several old men looked at Fang Wen blankly, pointed at Fang Wen with their fingers tremblingly, and suddenly fell to the sky. They are not disciples of Tianmen. They have not practiced internal skills and mental methods. With the qi and blood, they mean that they will fall to the point. A blond middle-aged man pointed at Fang Wen and scolded loudly: "You have been fired! After receiving the wages for these days, get out! You, you, I will sue you in the local court!"

After a while of rush, several old men were carried to the tent for first aid, and no one came to pay attention to Fang Wen.

Fang Wen cheered with a smile on his face, jumped up and ran away. He muttered, "You fired me, I have nothing to do with this young master. Oh, I'm free! Good wine, beautiful girl, I'm here! Haha, haha!"

Two hours later, Fang Wen took a helicopter and returned to Cairo. He took a shower in the room, ate a long-lost meal of fine wine and delicacies, and sighed with satisfaction. Although he had only worked on the construction site for two days, Fang Wen felt as if he had lived his whole life.

"It is easy to go from simple to extravagant, but it is difficult to go from extravagant to simple. The ancients didn't lie to me." Fang Wen sighed in a low voice while lying on the luxurious soft bed, "When I was in Beijing, although I was not very poor, I was not very rich. I tried my best to ride my life and gamble for money. I didn't win many times. How could I be like now? The wine I drink is not wine, but white money!"

He hummed with satisfaction while crossing his legs and muttering a few times. Fang Wen suddenly heard that his door was pushed open.

Stand up his upper body, Fang Wen silently looked at Feng Yuan who was walking in quietly. After a while, he lazily raised his hand and said hello: "Senior Brother, OK!" He instinctively hated Feng Yuan, just as Feng Yuan instinctively hated him.

Feng Yuan stared at Fang Wen and didn't speak after a long time.

Fang Wen frowned, patted his chest lazily, and sneered: "Young Master, I am not a beauty, senior brother, why are you looking at me? Could it be that you are also interested in men?"

Feng Yuan grinned and nodded slightly, "Junior brother is right."

"Fuck!" Fang Wen cursed, jumped up and grabbed his shirt, covering his exposed chest, frowned, "Stop disgusting, say anything."

Feng Yuan narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly, and said lightly: "You collude with the people from Longmen."

Feng Yuan stared at Fang Wen tightly, and kept looking at his change in expression.

But Fang Wen was so thick-skinned that he was as good as the bark of an old oak tree. He didn't care at all when he heard Feng Yuan bluffing like this. While dressing neatly, he shouted indifferently: "I have colluded with people from Longmen! I am still colluding with the guardian of Dawei Zen Temple, the most mysterious holy land of Longmen Buddhism. He is my old appearance. Why are you not convinced?"

He raised his middle finger and looked at Feng Yuan. Fang Wen sneered arrogantly and arrogantly: "I have colluded with the people from Longmen. What should I do? Do you, the senior brother, want to clean up the portal? Just you?" The middle finger pressed against Feng Yuan fiercely. Fang Wen, who had already been used to fighting with the playboys who were mischaracter in Beijing, fully utilized his rogue face. He forced him forward a few steps, held his hands in front of his chest, and ticked one foot desperately, sneered with his head, "Don't you deal with me? Do you deal with me? Just you?"

With a thumbs up at himself, Fang Wen sneered: "Senior Brother, I respect you~~~ But don't think about making trouble with me. If you don't agree, I will pull half of the Yufeng tribe out, and half of the Secret Feng tribe out, and I will put one with you!"

"Fuck your mother." Feng Yuan was so angry that his seven orifices were smoked, and he cursed Fang Wen angrily in his heart. He used half of the Fengyu Division to single half of the Secret Feng Division? Can he think of it? Can he say it out?

There was no slight expression on his perfect face, and Feng Yuan said lightly: "Master asked you to go to his room." After that, Feng Yuan turned around and left.

"Damn it." Fang Wen then wiped the cold sweat that suddenly oozed out of his forehead. "If I hadn't lost my life, I hadn't lost my life. If I hadn't made a name for myself in Beijing and had seen some scenes, wouldn't I scare you to death today?"

"Hmph, I collude with Longmen? You're really guessing right!" He looked at Feng Yuan's back heart fiercely. Fang Wen suddenly thought of the plot he had suffered in the woods outside Qin Shihuang's Mausoleum. He said coldly: "You can use such vicious means to even frame me and kill me. After guessing, it's just my three senior brothers. No poison, no husband, hum! Damn, what is the contact information from Mr. Long? Can you inform the Longmen through the Secret Wind Division? I can do it too!"

Vicious thoughts popped up in Zifang Wen’s heart one after another.

Everything planned by Tianmen has nothing to do with Fang Wen. This guy, who is full of the aura of a second-generation ancestor, is determined to eliminate his potential threat. The overall interests of Tianmen? Do you expect him to understand this if he is an ignorant gangster?

Feng Yuan quietly walked back to his room, quietly closed the door, quietly took off all his clothes, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and slowly walked into the bedroom.

A black girl struggling desperately was tied to the bed in the bedroom with wire. The girl's mouth was blocked, and her pretty face was filled with horror and despair.

Feng Yuan walked to the window with a smile, gently stroked her neck, and whispered: "Can you understand what I said? Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I am a very gentle person."

With his hand reached out to grab his lower body, Feng Yuan gently crushed the girl's neck with his other hand.

He reached ** in just a few seconds.

At the moment of ejaculation, he moaned with a ferocious face: "Fang Wen, junior brother... you will know the outcome of provoking senior brother... Soon, you will see that kind of despair like hell."

Fang Wen walked into the living room of the suite where Mr. Feng Da lived.

Mr. Feng Da was sitting on the sofa, playing with a copper bowl divided into two pieces. Hearing Fang Wen's footsteps, Mr. Feng Da raised his head with a gloomy face and glared at Fang Wen fiercely.

Fang Wen raised his hands and knelt on the ground and shouted: "Master, I have repented! I regret it! I understand my mistake! I shouldn't use my true energy when digging the monuments! I was wrong, I was really wrong. Who knew that Egypt would have counterfeit and shoddy products thousands of years ago? I just had a light shovel, and it cracked. I decided to search all over Egypt, find the descendants of the workers who made this copper bowl, and destroy their door!"

Mr. Feng Da felt a mouthful of blood rolling in his heart. With his good cultivation and profound skills in qi cultivation, he almost wanted to vomit blood.

His fingers were trembling slightly, and Mr. Feng Da pointed at Fang Wen and smiled helplessly, "You...you...forget it, in the next few days, you will not be allowed to leave your master half a foot. Master will teach you how to do things one by one. You, you, you must be successful, the fourth brother. Don't waste your Feng Ling body!"

"Don't leave half a foot?" Fang Wen looked at Mr. Feng Da helplessly, his tongue slipped and said something that made Mr. Feng Da burst out instantly.

"Why do you mean that when you are a master, I must also watch and learn from the side?"

With a shrill sound of breaking through the air, Fang Wen was blown away by Mr. Feng Da's whip leg, smashing the wall of the room one by one, and shattering through the other wall of the corridor outside, and plunging into Mr. Yue Da's room opposite the door.

"Help~~Master wants to kill me~~~Help~~" Rentu Chapter 1 Goodbye
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